Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Blake was speechless. Pablo’s mouth twitched as soon as he came out.

“Although it was three thousand years ago, I remember some things,” Pablo said.

He naturally knew more about the King of Hell than others. According to the time, it should be when the King of Hell’s soul disappeared in her previous life.

Serene did not look at Pablo. Of course, she knew Pablo. He was the judge. She had seen him from afar.

She looked at Blake stubbornly to get his explanation.

Blake said lightly, “Except for Jean, I haven’t slept with anyone, let alone given birth to a daughter like you.”

The harem spirit burst out laughing. Thinking of something and looking at Jean, the two women laughed loudly.

Blake raised his eyebrows. Why is Jean laughing? Shouldn’t she be shy? Forget it. Jean is particular. She’s the plaintiff.

Blake felt helpless.

Seeing that everyone did not seem to take this matter seriously, Serene felt deeply angry and unreconciled.

I waited for Father for three thousand years. How could he say that? It’s understandable for him not to know about me, but how can he forget Mother? He had a relationship with Mother!

“Father, recall it again!” Serene was about to shed tears. She tried hard to maintain the image of a fairy to be worthy of the title of Emperor Prosper’s daughter.

control of your emotions. It was

be a joke? I don’t believe Mother will lie to me! What

at

“You look older

and asked, “But Mother has this painting! You drew it yourself! It’s a token of love

I be so

a painting as a token of love. Impossible. In Blake’s view, only precious things could be a token of

reminded Blake, “Daddy, this painting has your

was startled and could

indeed my signature.

thinking, Blake

and her

and subconsciously said, “I didn’t copy

no memory of thousands of years ago and had gone through too

and he said, “Yes, you didn’t. I signed it

and always left before him in every life. He spent one lifetime waiting for her, and every time he brought her back, she would still maintain some of the habits of her previous life.

unique. No matter how many lifetimes

didn’t write it. Why does he look like he’s

but could not find any memory of the painting. Blake had already thought of something

rubbed Jean’s head and said, “You were the one who asked me to sign

signature on the painting